The Journey of a Lifetime

by FeastOfStarlight

Anne is a terribly wounded girl, and her only dream is to somehow escape. But when she wakes up in Tolkien's Middle Earth, everything changes. She will, all of a sudden, find herself fighting against forces beyond her very imagination and journeying with the company of Thorin Oakenshield. Her purpose though, is yet to be defined.

1. Introduction

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Introduction

Many have dreamed of leaving their homeland to go in search of adventure and mystery. Many of us have made mistakes that are unforgivable and so terrible that just make us want to disappear. Sometimes, the darkness may invade us and pull us into the very and most deep abyss.

There are many dreamers in this world, and Anne Grey was one of them. At least, until she found what she had been looking for her entire life. Anne was a very calm and gentle being whom had left her academic studies after being held back for three years in a row. She was not of the brightest, nor of the most learnt people, but she was wise, in her own way. She immediately knew when to do and when not to do something. She was different.

She was indeed very lost for her age. She had many prospects and yet no way to possibly achieve them. And for this reason, she spent most of her time day dreaming of far away lands and other worlds, full of adventure. Her favorite escape was Middle Earth, the great world created by the genius writer Tolkien. She spent most of her time wishing she could go there and travel alongside the rangers of the north, fighting many battles and celebrating many victories.

Anne was very sad and weary for her young age. For she was only but seventeen years old. Never could she imagined to become a legend, even if she dreamed of different worlds. One day, she returned home from a job interview that had gone quite ill due to her lack of experience and a high school diploma.

She was indeed dreading the world once more, so she sat on her bed and began to cry. Anne was of medium build, she was not very tall, she had blazing blue eyes and fire red hair. From one gaze, you could tell she had lived a difficult life and that she was older than her appearance let show. Anne resembled in fact, only a fourteen year old and many had told her so.

That winters day, she lay in despair and tears until she finally found herself sound asleep.

When she awoke, the queerest of things occurred.